A tug of war with the trees
The wind dances to and fro with ease
The limbs stood no chance
As the harbinger of rain sounds the alarm in advance
A Sea of gray comes marching pass
As the sky rumbles shaking our glass

A shower came rushing in
Breaking it’s gate that no longer can hold it in
To wash the earth of it’s heat therein
Now it’s cool, now it’s calm, giving a feel of relaxing
Tranquil energy flows, sleep steps in
Or do I read and let the time pass, listening
To the sound of the rain on the roof
Days like these are meant to be aloof

Now the sky is clear and wide awake
the gray is gone, colour escape
Vibrant and bright again, Sun peaks through
Now evening comes and birds sing their tune
The rain is no more but its presence left its dew.

“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”

– Mark Haddon.